606 thoughts on “Poetry Page XIV…”

There once was a man,
a pioneer explorer man,
that made his fortune of relics and gold,
he did digging in the sand.
He went many places,
trading many things,
living many adventures,
selling many la cosas.
Keeping it simple,
being a wise old Owl.
So quickly looking up,
high scan to see down.
Tripping on a frozen spearhead,
Electric voltage jolts his spine.
On warm Brown Trout so he did dine.
He had some left overs that he Left in the wood.
A little hidden treasure if you could.
And should he give up the keys
The natives would certainly be pleased.

I’ve been up and I’ve been down and way below the home of Brown,
Through creeks and rock culverts and holes in the ground,
I’ve found lots of blazes , only three have been wise,
Can’t wait until spring, when I’ll see with my eyes…that green little box in the bushes divine,
And the title inside, shall finally be mine.
To share with my family and friends I will bless and other sojourners who have heard of my quest. My coffee cups empty, it’s time to bed down, and if tomorrow I wake, I’ll go into town.

Double wow Twingem….i especially like the last stanza. It says so much to me. Thank you!
Sorry about my slow responses everyone, I’m away from home on a trip to Panama city Florida and I’ve been really sidetracked.
Twingem, keep up your penning my friend, your words are a joy to read…. have a great night… until next time… see ya

Lady v. That is so awesome, you wouldn’t Believe!
I have press and suffer severe anxiety believe it or not, so thanks! I will share as well. Thank you for your kindness!!! 🙂
I don’t know how to do the heart either, but it’s there. 🙂

Jdiggins, one day at a time, take it nice and slow, and it won’t seem so overwhelming. A lot of deep breathing in quietness with help relieve the stress. Roll your shoulders in circles. You’ve got the power.

I wan to to thank all of you for your compliments and words of encouragement. You are a great group of folks I’m honored to be in the company of.
Thank you all, and thank you, DAL! You make this little page in this big ole world possible for us fennatics! 🙂

So still. So quiet. The rush of it is deafening.
The warmth of the breeze and wind whips gently to the core of my being.

When I lay my head to rest a while it comes alive in the stillness of the miles. I travel new worlds and replay olden scenes to process the joys and sorrows of being. Being. Being in the stillness.

That dream that knows no time or space keeps me traveling…traveling…traveling in the stillness of my demons to face. The tears of joy, so moist do they fall if I stop. Stop in the stillness. Be still.

I am what the stillness reveals if only I listen to screaming of wisdom it gently imparts.

I see the wisdom but can’t call it by name until I awake and sit for a while and replay each frame. Sit for a while in the stillness. Just be in the stillness. The stillness. Listen to the stillness. In the stillness.

I feel it in a place that my eyes have never known
Down within a space that I’d years ago outgrown.
Only as a child were my cells open to see
All the vivid colors of life’s greatest mystery.

Lay me down upon the grass and with slowness wake me up,
Let me feel the moment now as I overflow my cup;
Be free as a spiral that makes life meant to be.
The freedom of a child reawaken within me.

Ache from shoulder drawn; ever arching to the end.
Pull the bown back and let the quivers tension lend
To the flight that after darkness that surely is to come.
Below the rising of the laughter, I feel the distant hum.

Ok, FF has inspired me to start writing poetry and it’s helped me deal with my anxieties. It’s very novice so please be kind. And thanks Mr Fenn for inspiring me to become a better person. You have changed my life.

Gathered around the campfire
Escaping the cold, wet air
A lonely pot of beans
For all of them to share

Laughter echoes through the woods
But worry simmers deep within
Thoughts of home, a life no more
War replaced these boys with men

Dawn arrives, awakens the dread
Decisions made and soldiers counted
Heavy hearts ride through the mist
Which saddle will return unmounted?

Yes spallies this is a new one. I’ve took a break from writing new poem here on the poetry page, I jotted this one down earlier and thought I’d share.
I’m still penning, just not posting much. As far as words in my noggin, I have plenty…lol
“Search not with your eyes my friend”
Until next time… see ya my “friend”

Again, my fine friend, you have touched my heart with your beautiful “tale” of days gone by. I am glad that he lived, he may have been your Grandfather, and without him, there would be no “You”, and no one to beautifully tell his tale. Thanks again for sharing your talents – JDA

Your welcome JDA,
I like what you said about the grandfather thing, but actually when I wrote this poem it was my own personal reflection. I just wrote it in a native tone. Sometimes my experiences come out in my words without trying.
I’m glad that it touched you. At the time it sure touched me……
Have a great night JDA… until next time… see ya

Bur,
I read your posts on the Forrest Fenn page. It sparked my imagination and I quickly jotted down this poem. So thank you for the inspiration Bur……
I’m glad that you liked it….. have a great day… until next time.. see ya my friend….

Sorry about the chills pdenver…. I just wanted to convey, don’t live in the past, don’t live in the future, live for now and enjoy the little things as you breathe…..
I hope my poem didn’t bother you, if so, it was not my intention….
Have yourself a great day pdenver….. until next time… see ya

Writing poetry obviously gives you great pleasure Focused. I know nothing about poetry whether it is written by the book or if the author took poetic license. I only know if I like what I read. I like your poetry.

Yes BW I enjoy writing poetry, the Chase has inspired me to do so, before I joined the chase I had never written a poem before. I have a little over 300 to date. I know nothing about poetry either BW. I just write what I think and write simple poetry so all can enjoy.
I like to paint a picture with my words so the reader can see a vision while reading. Sometimes I get carried away, but at those times it’s not me, it’s my imagination running wild… lol
I’m glad you like to read my words BW, knowing that inspires me to write more. I’ve taken a break (kinda) from the poetry page to work on preparing my poems for a book. I hope to someday have that to offer….
Have a great night, and thank you again…

Gee spallies, I had a feeling you’d catch me… that’s why it’s taking me so long to edit my poems, I usually don’t proofread…
I’m glad that you think my poem is beautiful….. hey, don’t be to hard on me k … it’s been a while since I’ve been in “big trouble”….. I promise to proofread more k

Thank you pdenver for this post. It gave me chills (touched my soul) . I’m sure many veterans feel the same.
The price for freedom is high, I salute all brave men and women who have paid the price with their courage, past and present…….
Thank you again pdenver…

It was 54 years ago i was set a foot to race the soul of time and in this time ive seen freedom walked on ive also seen the four corners of states and indian ruins in the dark i have also enjoyed lunch in the park the reservoirs lakes and a game called darts I Have met the man that gives and also some that take when the race is near its end i will find myself in the beauty of time always searching for the words that rhyme to me no matter how hard it gets life is good, so i choose to live it what i have learned is to be good to yourself and every one else and always let go of what should not be held on to this action will ease your spirt after all this is what so many lives were given for. the freedom of your heart, dont take it for graned and love yourself if no one else will and always seek a safe fun thrill. thats always better than any doctors pill. thank you to all the men and woman that surved up our freedoms a good life to all is all i wish

A day to wish a Happy Thanksgiving to everyone,
even if only one day a year set aside to do so.
one day ,,,,,, ?
I know better than that..
and think you guys do too.
I read so many poems … laugh ,,cry,, wonder,, hope,,
wish.
you let me see inside the hearts of so many.
is why I am still here .
poetry is old as emotion,
few can express it as well as you guys do .

Focused and JDiggins and all the other amazing seekers out there I hope you all had a beautiful thanksgiving…. It’s going to be a long winter but with some beautiful poetry we just might make it through… 🙂

Yes spallies I had a great thanksgiving… I agree it’s gonna be a long winter, but I’m sure together we’ll make it…
As far as pdenver….. I don’t know… have a great night my friend…. until next time… see ya

I’m only half paying attention to Fenn’s poem that I’ve scribbled on a piece of paper. Instead I’m trying to picture how far an 80-year-old man would actually have been able to lug a three-stone treasure chest into the Rockies. Maybe that’s the key to finding it?

Did you all see peter sellers standing in front of a B2 stealth bomber? I did!

As I have said many times, YOU are the treasure on this Blog. Many seek Forrest’s treasure, but we have found you instead, and I, for one, feel blessed. I may never find Forrest’s treasure, but that will be OK – I have been lucky enough to read your words of wisdom and hope – Thanks again – JDA

Wow ! Thank you for the kind comment JDA, I feel good knowing you like my words… it inspires me to keep writing… I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m still around, just not posting much… have a great night JDA….. until next time… see ya my friend…..

Ok everyone, I was goofing off and thought I’d write a song. It’s to the tune of “He Stopped Loving Her Today” by George Jones. Don’t be to hard on me…lol I’m not a song writer…lol have a great evening everyone… until next time… see ya

Ok everyone, I was goofing off and thought I’d write a song. It’s to the tune of “He Stopped Loving Her Today” by George Jones. Don’t be to hard on me…lol I’m not a song writer…lol have a great evening everyone… until next time… see ya
Ok… repost, I think I’ve fixed everything….lol

Thanks pdenver, I didn’t listen to his song when I wrote this, so the chorus and verses may be off. I was just messing around yesterday….
It’s good to see your back 🙂 I hope you have a wonderful day pdenver… enjoy the little things as it passes…..
until next time… see ya my friend…

Your welcome SpecialKLR…. i was just messing around and thought I’d try something different…lol the first post was right. ” If I Could Only Back Up Time”……
Im glad i can bring you joy… have a great evening.. until next time… see ya my friend

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Meet me on the other side of midnight
And in my dreams you’ll be
We’ll walk together
Hand in hand
On our way to the promised land

Meet me on the other side of midnight
And you’ll see just who I am
We’ll say goodbye
To loneliness
Never to return again

CHORUS
I’ve walked with you
Talked with you
Shared a million smiles with you
There
On the other side
Of midnight
You’ve laughed with me
Cried with me
Swear
You’d never lie to me
There
On the other side of midnight

I’ve seen you …oh
So many times before
But I don’t know who you are
I know that we can go anywhere
And it never seems too far

When you
Meet me on the other side of midnight

CHORUS
I’ve walked with you
Talked with you
Shared a million smiles with
There
On the other side
Of midnight
You’ve laughed with me
Cried with me
Swear
You’d never lied to me
There
On the other side of midnight

i thunk a thought too dressed in runes, too worn to know sublime
and think to sculpt a memory, too fleeting in this stoic prose of modern time
too unfinished for sheen of modern shine
a modicum of moral faith, too lost in tides of modern rhyme

undone within the tangled ropes of unsung song
frenetic in my hopeful search of subtle Ying
i yearn to seek of times too far beyond the Yang of modern throng
a note too gentle versed by gentle men too recent gone

Another one of my poems — this one I am sending to our elected officials that aren’t doing anything for our Vets.
Writing it through the eyes of a child……….. maybe it will touch them somehow……….

Not sure if I should name Invisible Child OR The Real Me……..

You say you work for the people, but I guess that doesn’t include me,
I am the little girl in the closet, the face that you don’t see.

My daddy gave for our country, he was away in a dangerous place,
He came back because of some injuries, with lots of sadness and pain in his face.

We went to this place called the VA, where the lines were really long,
We didn’t ever get any help there, “we will tomorrow” was our new song.

It is scary and it seems like forever, but it was really just yesterday,
My life would change in a minute, tears and fears is all I can say.

I heard a scary loud noise, then I heard my mommy cry,
She told me to run to the closet, to hide and pray I surely did try.

I wasn’t suppose to listen but I heard my momma say,
That 22 would find freedom in just one given day.
I don’t know exactly what that means but my grandma came and held me,
I guess that with all that happened, my daddy is twenty three.

You say you work for the people, but I guess that doesn’t include me,
I am the little girl in the closet, the one you CHOSE not to see………

This is a direct reference to the FACT that 22 VETS lose their lives to Suicide a day………

Very, very touching Strawshadow. Many of the wounds of war can not be seen from the outside. How say that so many lives are lost each day to suicide – they gave so much, until the only thing they could give, to find peace was their life – how sad! JDA

Wow strawshadow! Your sister done a “great” job penning this one. I too have written several poems about the sacrifices our soldiers and their families pay for the freedoms we all enjoy. I strongly believe that “the little girl in the closet” should be heard, not only by our elected officials and the VA but by each and every person who lives with the rights of freedom, knowing that so many soldiers and their families have paid their toll to do so, now we as Americans should proudly pay theirs……

To all Americans… “Listen” to the girl in the closet…..

Have a great day strawshadow, thanks for sharing the voice of that little girl….

He was a navy vet and a law vet.
He was 35.
Groundhogs day 1978. The hospital kept his body alive until February 19. Then he was gone. I was 8 years old.
Maybe it carved who I am, and I have always be lived since that there has to be a reason, for everything. I wouldn’t be who I am today, etc..and I happen to think I’ve done alright. I pray for all children, always.

Again I’m sorry to hear about your dad jdiggins… yes it helped you become who you are today and I believe your dad in heaven is as proud of you today as he was back then….
“Tooter” is forever etched in my mind and I thank both of you for that…. have a great night jdiggins…. until next time… see ya my friend…

I’m doing good focused. Sitting by my warm fire reading about Joseph Meek. I never went down that path too far but my daughter just bought a house in Washington State and found out that one of his sons came up from Oregon and founded the town her house is right in the middle of… She is super excited!!! She only discovered this because she knew about Joseph Meek from the chase… Thank you Forrest..

It will be summer before we know it. I think I might try to get in some reading outside the chase this winter maybe the Pendergast series…:)

I’m glad to hear your doing good spallies… congrats to your daughter on her new home, I bet she was excited to learn the history of her new town….
Enjoy your books by the fire this winter, hey, you could kick us out a poem every now and then to warm us up… 🙂
Take care my friend and remember to enjoy the little things……
Until next time… see ya spallies

Silent winds of faded times past ,
the trees’, the seas’ , the life , our family and friends ;kept in the keep safe of our minds. The very place where we keep the secrets of our hearts heart. Oh still is mine heart ,and silent mine ear, the listenings of the worlds embolden music appears. Boldn in
crimsons tapered coat of courage gleams
through the peering morning light , to eye …
to sight … shining bright for all . Is it not for the brightness of ones light that each day brings new adventures of Navigating our vessel in colors of life. Painted by freedoms brush. Walk the fields of golden rye to edge of it and look to see the plains meet the mountains of knowledge while the rivers of wisdoms ever flowing waters twisting and turning to find us , in which we all wish to drink from ..See my ever moving feet running faster and faster whom brought me to this place; young and beautiful . A set sum given to all to show how gracious we really are. Clothed in youth as times hands tick quickly by , in our minds we grow younger as we our selves get older.

Good penning Mr.D … I think that would be a great start to a book… I really like the last line “in our minds we grow younger, as we ourselves get older”
Have a great day today and remember to enjoy the little things….. until next time.. see ya my friend…

Thank you pdenver, I’m glad you liked my words.
I wrote this little poem to remind everyone that there was a time when a persons word was as solid as death itself. Attributes that seem to be failing in today’s society, as the years go by….
Kinda like Forrest’s “keepers of the code” statue….
Have a great evening pdenver… until next time… see ya my friend

Thank you Jeannie… I’m glad that you liked it… I’m still writing poetry (offline) and every now and then I’ll post one. This one is short and sweet but I liked it’s message.
Enjoy your evening my friend…… until next time… see ya

Your welcome jdiggins… that was a time when a handshake across the open flame meant something… now days we seem to need a contract for everything… Native warriors gave their word and stood behind it til death…… in my book, that’s as good as it gets….
Have a great evening jdiggins… see ya my friend

So long Steve is all I can say,
You gave it your all until your last day.
The good news is that you won’t rest alone,
Our good buddy Bill is on his way home.
Now I’m gonna miss ole Big Nugget Bill,
Who yesterday dug his last hole.
So now when I see a hole left unfilled,
I’ll think mighty highly about Big Nugget Bill,
And those nuggets he uncovered so thrilled.
You two will do fine together I know,
You’ve both crossed that path as friends.
Where in due time we all must go,
And visit our spirited dens.

Fine, fine words for your friends strawshadow. I’m sure they’re both looking down on you very proud to call you a “friend”….
There will always be a empty hole within you, but someday it will be filled…
Sorry for your loss my “friend”……

Such a beautiful Christmas Gift you have given us Focused. Thank youi so much for sharing your talents this past year. May you find as much joy in giving us your gifts as we find in receiving them. Your Friend – JDA

I have fished all my life, most times for fun, some times in strife. The moving water, with it’s calming sound, was as to me like a moth to light. It’s boiling and churning, finds my deep insides urning, breath from cold air, sustaining yet burning. To live this life on an anglers high, must be like reaching the pearly gates, where heaven is said to lie. When you see a butterfly, what do you see? A dancer? A prancer? A carver with a knife? To each their own, our perspectives of life. I cast and crank as the sun takes it’s bow, i’ll never know why, just only the how. As i depart from this beautiful land, take not the rod nor fly from my hand. Leave it to be, so my son can see, a rod in the hand was a life meant for me. A journey it was, a lifetime it took, i’ll never be famous or in any book, but if you listen closely, you’ll always hear, my loving voice, in that babbling brook.

reflections……………..as i ponder and sit with thee, i wonder who and what i be. i turn the mirror in to see, a reflection that isn’t there of me. i wonder what my image will be, as i think of how and when i’ll see. will my vision frighten me or will i be someone to see?

Time chimes and hands tickly move
to find the one called the fool
He sits shaded under a trees
Hoping that all will look and see
Whats in the book
that keeps him a nook
Behind the wood,
will anyone come to look
To see the spectacle he’s become
A fool to love life’s very touch
He’s dressed a clown
and trows a frown
But truth to be
He is as wise as a tree
Toils in time that passes by
Wanders everywhere in his own mind
To find a treasure left for all
Cold and silent dose it call
3 times chimed herd the ring
Coming from the woods
As He see’s the swing
Pounded and perfected the mettle be
Only the Adler can really see .
Shakespeare always sat by a tree.

Oh my goodness, Focused. You may not believe this, but the past few days I was considering penning a poem and yours is nearly right out of my own thoughts. Rather than an elk, I was going to say a deer searching for feed under the snow. This is truly amazing. You did a great job. I like it.

Great minds think alike pdenver…lol I was just sitting here daydreaming about early spring in the mountains and jotted down this short poem.
Go ahead and pen one for us pdenver, I’m sure you can paint a beautiful picture for us to see…….
I’m glad you liked my words and could vision the artwork of the mountains…
Have a great night my friend… see ya

Yea Focused another brilliant poem for your book? My power went out so I’m sitting here catching up on the poetry page by candle light in front of my warm fire… Wish I had your book to read but I won’t bug you about it… 🙂 Good thing I keep my phone charged 🙂 All you poetry pagers are really amazing… 🙂

Thanks nearindianajones,
Im glad you think my words are beautiful… as far as the book…. i took a break, life has been busy, but with the holidays behind us i can now resume….. ill let ya know when its finished k… see ya my friend

“What Do you See”
As I gaze into that Dark Place Why Do I see, you looking Back at me?
As you gaze your eye’s Shown onto me, What is it you see, Your Son a Man Complete? Or a space a void of what used to be ?
I see , I see , you still looking at me , But Dad, what do you see, A boy of 8 swinging at a tee, Who cut the grass while you smile at me.
Dad what do you see, When you thought me to fish And put your arm around me,
But Dad , what do you see, Your son at 17 trying to fill your feet?
Dad , Dad what do you see ? I’m a man now , can’t you see?
Why Dad do you stair at me I’m of 38 when you left me. But Dad I love you can’t you see, No,I love you Please!
Dad I see why you are looking at me , Cause you loved me , More then I could see, And makes me now even fall to my knee, As I put your sandals on to feel your feet.
Dad! To tell you I love you and now I see I have always been the Man you wanted me to be. I miss you Daddy , I see I was with you till the End, just like you asked me. To now fill the sandals that fit to your feet
Reminds me How much you Really Loved me . I miss you Dad, From ME.
In loving Memory Of Sgt. John j. Dantuono 1950-2010
My Best Friend
By , Mike or Mr.D

Mr. D,
What great words spoken for your dad. I believe I know what your dad sees when he looks at you.
A strong, devoted and caring man with a huge heart full of love, I believe when he looks at you he sees a mirrored image of himself….
I know your dad is looking down on you, very proud…..

He was incredible . HIs amazing love for me has molded me , I just hope he knows how much I love and miss him .

I am happy you all liked the letter I wrote to him . I will say , if i had never met Forrest Fenn . I don’t think I would ever had been able to express this . This has taught me so much this chase. It taught me to let I go and allow me to take over. I am thankful for how my Father in heaven has allowed such a man in my life. So thank you Forrest because of you I was able to confront this loss of mine and remember him in this way , which has allowed me to share him with all of you .

I thank each of you for your kindness and your remembering of his name .

In 1968 my dad had a accident he dropped barrel of transmission fluid on the ground and it crushed his finger. He was to busy arguing his rank with another fellow . But the canister was not trans fluid and is the direct cause of his death most likely. He died of Angio Sarcoma of the live and spleen . He was the 3rd to ever get this cancer and it has no cure.
So as a good son I was his nurse till he passed away . But more important to tell is
the night before he passed away . I spent 26 hours with him . We stayed awake , us both . We knew it was the last time we would see each other. While we sat and shined all his quarters he had with white gloves. He said to me ” Mike don’t ever underestimate the power of quarter .” I told him ok dad I will never forget. I have not.
When we said good bye that day , we looked upon each other with a look of missing each other.
He passed in 2009 April . I miss spoke above stating 2010 but I think dad would forgive me for that .
My dads real name is Wilbert Orndorf ,
he was adopted , he passed away on Oak Hill Drive in Port Richey Florida.
His adopted name is DAntuon , which is the blood of Miguel Antoino the famed explorer and he came up the Coronado trail and remapped it.
My dads name means ” Shinny Eagle up high”
But broken down it means Eagle in tree” broken even further it means Adler.

Condor demands I say these things about him . We lived in Amarillo Texas when I was young . We hunted our own food mostly birds with the accosional rabbit stew. We were poor at that time. But I learned how to Hunt with my dad then , he also taught me how to trout fish . And by what stars to follow to tell us when the fish would be ready to catch . That worked my whole life.
He educated me as best he could , and I tried to listen as he wished me to . I wanted him to see i can do all things he tasked me to .
And yet , and yet … I have failed him some .
This is why I wrote that to say I was sorry . But he already knew it.

Thanks for the kind words my friends . Take care till next time I can write something.

Thank you Mr. D for sharing your backstory about you and your dad. All I can say is , he taught you well… and I’m sorry for your loss…
Keep your chin up and remember to enjoy the “little things”…. because we’re never promised a tomorrow…..
Have a great day Mr. D…. until next time… see ya my friend…

Such a touching story. I envy you the time spent with your father growing up. My father (not dad) was too busy making a living to have had much to do with me. He too died of cancer. By the time I went to see him, he was too high on pain meds to even recognize me – How sad.

It is obvious the two of you had a wonderful relationship – YEA for the two of you – JDA

Cancer is not fair. Has no feelings and don’t care who it hurts.
I am also sad for your loss of your dad also .
Please except my condolences .
Dad and I were really close.
I have a hundred stories to tell about him and where we lived etc.
One reason he told me never underestimate the power of a quarter is because when I lived in Amarillo he would take me down town and in the middle of it there was a bronze of a famous quarter horse. I had forgot that old bronze till recent years when I revisited there.
But i remember I liked the statue .
The quarter horse I believe came from Brownsville Texas .
There is some neat history of that . Check it out … Very interesting for sure.

Take care you all I get a heavy heart around Christmas , so I share it then usually .

Thanks, I can hear your claps spallies… much appreciated my friend…
My poem being a new favorite of yours makes me want to write more…… the only problem is, you keep raising the bar…lol now I want to strive to write ”Spallies favorite”…..
Stay warm my friend… until next time… see ya

Thank you Jeannie, this little poem is personal to me, that why I wrote it. After my heart attack I was on life support and the doctor gave me 20 hours to live. I’ve had my brush with death and that’s why my poem is titled “Fear Not”… because death is something that I will no longer fear……. well, here I go rambling again, I just thought I’d tell ya why it’s words are personal to me…
Have a great night Jeannie… until next time… see ya

Thanks again Jeannie, I’m kinda glad to be here myself…lol
Anyone who has followed my poems over the years here on Dal’s blog have probably noticed That I blend life, death, God, Spirits, Happiness etc. into my words… I don’t try to, I just let my mind take off and that’s how they end up.
Simple, but with a meaning….
Stay warm my friend… until next time… see ya Jeannie

You speechless pdenver?? Just kidding… 🙂 thank you, I’m glad that you liked it… I haven’t posted one in a while, thought I’d jot one down and throw it out there…. stay warm in your cozy cabin pdenver and have a great night… until next time…. see ya my friend…

Jeannie, im glad i could pen a new favorite for you. I wanted to paint a peaceful , cozy painting with my words. Im glad you could see the picture… have a great day… thank you..until next time.. see ya my friend…

Thank you pdenver,
I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know I’m proud to be from the “United” States Of America… I think our forefathers who founded this country gave it the proper name….
Have a great day pdenver… until next time… see ya

If only we, as a country,, would take MLK’s words to heart. Sad times for our country – Sad to say, but we seem to be as divided today as we were fifty years ago – Thanks for your wonderful words Focused. JDA

Your welcome Amber. MLK was an important part our history, along with many other people and events… sometimes we just need to look back to help direct us to our future…
Stay warm and have a great day my friend… see ya

Hey buddy,
All I can say is WOW! Standing and clapping for ya my friend…..
Your words say so much to me, I feel as if you were reading my thoughts…
To vision a place out of the realms of our earthly reach is imagination at its finest….. as you have said before (paraphrasing) “ what the soul writes, a heart can feel”…… I feel ya my friend…… keep up your great penning, your words are always welcomed…..
Stay warm…. until next time… see ya

P.s- nearindianajones, I think this poem should be titled “ Impatient Tomorrow “…. just saying…

Focused, I do like your idea for the title very much, and it fits perfectly. I think both titles work, so on your side of the Mississippi River it’s “Impatient Tomorrow” and on my side it’s “Heart of a Pilot” 🙂 Lol, lets just call it “Our Song”

Well, on my side of the Mississippi River it’s very cold… tomorrow’s going to be a little warmer, so “Impatient Tomorrow” is very fitting for me right now.. lol
Great words nearindianajones, no matter what we call it…. 🙂 have a great evening and stay warm…. until next time… see ya my friend

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Three o’clock wake up call,
under a starry sky.
Stepping out and bundled up,
into the chilling air.
Backpack carried and headlamp on,
beginning the upward climb.
Higher and higher along the way,
along the wooded path.
All is silent, but the breathing,
and the beating in the chest.
Dark woods above are now below,
hint of surroundings appear.
Sitting upon a summit rock,
setting the gear aside.
Watching the stars give way to dawn,
of purple, pink, and blue.
Risen Morning Star warm rays,
livens the panoramic view.
Beauty as far as the eyes can see,
grateful for the upward climb.

The wait was well worth it pdenver, I could see the picture you painted with your words. Loved it ! Very peaceful and relaxing. Enjoy all the little things pdenver as your on that “upward climb” chasing your dreams…..
Keep penning my friend, your words are very much anticipated…. stay warm, until next time… see ya

Your welcome pdenver…. I totally understand. I too have words busting to get out but are held tight from the stroke of my pen. There are some words and feelings that are not meant to be spoken… have a great day my friend… until next time.. see ya

When you are a child you are lucky if your parents take care of you,
When you are a parent you are lucky if you can take care of your child,
When you and your parents are both aging you hope you can take care of each other.
But if your really lucky you’ll learn to take care of yourself so you can still take care of everyone who needs you.

Wow nearindianajones !! Loved it !! Having grandsons myself and have taken them fishing, I can feel your words my friend… objects come and go, but memories last a lifetime….. bravo my friend….. keep up your penning…and thank you… until next time… see ya

I’ve seen it, yet it is not known to me
What a beautifully lonely place it must be
I’ve even dreamed about it once or twice
But to experience it requires an earthly kind of price
One which teeters on the edge of simply precise

I’ve listened and heard and wrote and said
Been outdistanced by the things racing in my head
Whispered and shouted and yes, even swore
Pondered and quoted and been keeping a score
And all it has gotten me is thinking a whole lot more

But knowledgeable is another lonely place to be
For I have it, you see—my word that is key
A blend of logic, imagination, and sagely advice
Revealing just enough to taunt and entice
Combined, it all has me thinking twice more than thrice

Tidbits and teasers and vagaries by the ton
Triangles, circles, and the path of the Sun
Rainbows, borders, and an omega times two
Ciphers and codes and maps to sift through
I’m not yet buried, but thinking thrice more than a few

The more I know, the less I see
And that’s the way it is intended to be
That freeing knowlege is actually my vice
It’s like being betwixt fire and ice
I’m halted in my thinking of several more than twice

Wow, Bowmarc! You have quite a talent for penning, just as others here. I was amazed of seeing the words “fire and ice” in your poem because I thought of using it in a future poem about a kind of rose I think is beautiful. Google “Fire and Ice rose” and see for yourself.

Good penning Bowmarc…… when I was reading your words I was thinking of a title also and the first thing that popped into my head was “ The Less I See”….
Keep your words flowing, they are much appreciated here…. have a great day my friend… until next time… see ya

Your welcome Bowmarc and thank you for your kind comment. It’s so nice to paint pictures with my words and know it’s seen by others, I’m glad you could see it Bowmarc….. have a great day….. until next time… see ya

Nearindianajones, I knew you would feel my words… gifted? I just write what I see or feel at that moment… I can throw that back at ya, your words are felt by many, including me…… thank you for sharing your thoughts with us…. have a great day on your side of the big river….. see ya my friend….

JDA,
Being a long time friend and an admirer of my writings, you know that I usually have a meaning imbedded in my words, this is no exception…..
“Death has been a part of life ever since time began and will be as long as time has to come and until we build our last fire we need to cherish every moon that passes before our eyes”
Thank you for your kind words over the years, they have been heartfelt….
Have yourself a great day JDA…. until next time… see ya

I’m honored Mr. D. Thank you … I loved your words my friend. I’m glad you’ve found peace… keep up your penning, your words are much enjoyed… yep, coffee and a poem is a good way to start the day….. have a great evening Mr.D… until next time… see ya

All is well here Mr. D…. you done great with your “ unauthorized add on “ . I didn’t mind at all….
Sounds like you have a heck of a goal this year, you better get busy…lol
We’ll do….. until next time… see ya my friend 🙂

P.s- I wrote this poem a few years ago and I wanted to repost it and ask everyone to take a minute in silence today and remember our fellow searchers like Renelle ,Frank ,Randy ,Eric and Pastor Wallace who chased it till the end. (R.I.P my friends) …… until next time… see ya

Thanks for the special reminder Focused. Am sure that the ones you mentioned are but a portion of those that have passed in these past seven plus years. So many “Lurk”, and never choose to be heard. How sad that their voices were never heard – Just a thought – JDA

P.s- I was bored and messing around a little. If you read down the first word of every sentence it is a quote by me, it says “ Remember My Friends, You Only Live Once Be Happy. See Ya Focused “…….. have a great night everyone… until next time.. see ya

A temporal life will soon be past,
And there are questions we should ask;
How does it fly by every night,
Time so swift with stars so bright?

I tell you sir, I do not know,
What others sought and longed to go,
But this is sure, they had to do
What it was a crying for;
The soul, that is
What makes us one?
The leaves were for the healing,
Our quests have sent some reeling.

On yonder Rock I made my pledge,
To seek out those that faced great dread;
To call upon the mourners weak,
So their dead again could speak…
And tell us of their vision…

Of who they loved and how they laughed,
I wondered.

Yet through the ages we do know,
Of a hope so great that says-dear ones,
Enter your rest.

Now comfort those they left behind,
And grant them loving blessings.

We need not know ’bout everything,
But much is gone now,
Death’s cruel sting!
Eternal flame of Love remains and flowers bloom on Easter.

Thank you Focused,
Ah yes!
I hope to do some overdue hpusekeeping…I let many things go while caught up in the chase…it looks like a lion’s den around here. It will be a good day and also with you I say.
Hasta Luego my friend!

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were,—I have not seen
As others saw,—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow: I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone:
And all I loved,—I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still;
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by,—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

According to Wiki:
This poem was written on March 17, 1829 and it was left untitled and unpublished during Poe’s lifetime. In February of that year, Poe’s foster mother Frances Allan had died. In September 1875, the poem was published with its title in Scribner’s Monthly.

Thanks for sharing randawg, I’ve always liked poe’s Words, they have feeling from both ends of the spectrum. Wether happy or sad, ones soul can hear if they listen.
If only I could write like that….. Poe has a way of blending words to spark the mind and imagination….. again, thanks randawg for sharing…. have a great night my friend… until next time.. see ya

Thanks Zenden for sharing the words of Rumi, he was a great poet. His words are kinda hard for me to follow sometimes but great nonetheless….
Complicated poetry confuses me sometimes. That’s why I write , what I call, “simple “ poetry. I want readers of all ages to enjoy my words….
have a great day…. see ya my friend

No sorry needed Zenden, I think you took my comment wrong… I really liked it, it’s just some poems are confusing to my simple mind…lol and thank you again…. have a good night… until next time… see ya my friend…

I have been away for a long while.
was tested for alzheimers .. and
I have to look forward to a memory loss
in the near future.
father had it, and other family members.
so I have it now also.
I will be searching this summer for the gold for the last time.
maybe this will help me not to over think the clues.
I told Forrest exactly where I think it might be. and Dal also.
sorry if I do not comment on all the great poems
some times I can’t think.
keep up the hopes in people with your poems and god bless you all .
see ya later ….. my friend.

I’m sorry to hear of your diagnosis Zenden, my prayers are with you. I wrote a poem a few years ago about a family member of mine who was in Alzheimer’s evil grasp. I’ll try to find it and post it again for you…..
Good luck on your search this summer my friend… until next time… see ya my friend

the dark abyss of loneliness consumes my waking day, it even finds me in my sleep i’m really shamed to say. if i could find a way, to set my mind free at play, i’d shed that dark and gloomy gray, and step outside with a shout and say, loneliness i’m tired of you, you keep me feeling sad and blue, the time has come to rid myself, of everything that’s bad with you, i’d look you in the eyes and tell you that i’m done with you, the power of my mind, will break the chains that bind like glue, and when you find i’m free from you, there will be naught that you can do. freedom at last, from that darkened past, a new found calm that shall ever last.

the doctors were smart, they studied my chart, there’s nothing we can do, let’s cut him apart. eight ribs they took like a thief in the night, half of my sternum, there’s no end in sight. a slice and some cuts from a cold wicked blade, i now find myself living a life full of jade. the wise men never told me what was coming for me, they made me wait till i awoke and could see. i would have been runnin, i’m sure that they knew, they tied me down, until they were through. the air i breath brings a pain that won’t leave, it’s like nothing that i could have ever conceived. i’m glad to have arms to fill both my sleeves, a place to wipe tears, from a man i once be. my collarbones are dislocated, but i know where they are, they rest on my chest both swollen and scarred . now everyone looks as though i’m some kind of freak, i used to be strong but now only weak. my mind is now my power, i exercise it every grain of the hour. i try to view life with a flavor unsour, but it gets harder and harder with each passing hour. the chase i’m apart of takes place in a room, i wish i had bones to live life with a vroom.

Rapala67, thanks for sharing your words, I really liked the line “my mind is my power”…. so true…
the mind is the spark that ignites the imagination and with imagination you are not confined to a room. Imagination can take you anywhere…… thanks again for sharing….. have a great night…. until next time… see ya my friend

Rapala67,
I can tell by your words that you have a strong mind and a huge heart. To me that’s perfect, no matter what physical conditions exist.
You keep reading and working on your solve and if you need BOTG just let me know.
I can be reached at….

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when this winter ends
Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when this winter ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when this winter ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when this winter ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when this winter ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never…

Thanks for sharing these lyrics JBL….. great song…. many times this winter I have said those same words to myself… “Wake me up when winter ends”…. lol
I am patiently waiting for warmer days and I’m sure everyone else is too….
have a great day… see ya my friend

Thanks pdenver, to tell you the truth, this was was tougher for me to write. I naturally pen Native American or inspirational words much easier. I guess what I’m saying is that this one was kinda out of my comfort zone…lol but heck, I’ll try anything once…. 🙂
Have a great night…. see ya my friend

Thank you jdiggins, I’m glad you liked it. By the way, Forrest untied the bow (with your help of course) , I’m just peeking in the box…lol have a wonderful day my friend……. until next time… see ya jdiggins

Actually JDA, when I was writing it I thought about a cigarette smoking and resting in an ash tray… lol maybe I should have worked that into my words.
Country song ? Maybe you can sing it for us JDA.. 🙂
Have a great day… see ya my friend…..

Hello everyone, I was scrolling through my 300 plus poems while enjoying my morning coffee and ran across this one. I thought I’d repost it because it made me think. I just want to say…… “ if you feel overtaken by weeds at times, don’t give up, keep fighting, because you are that shining rose”. Have a great day …. until next time… see ya